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with the sun on your lips, you turn around and spit. you spit the moon right out of your mouth for me, you touch the sky and start to shout removing all my doubts [chorus:] |
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I could really love you, |
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I could give my heart away. |
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I could really love you, it's so simple, it's so simple. |
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I picture my ideal. how it looks, and how it feels. no more dreams turning to armchairs again. no more plans turning to blank stares, as long as you are there. [chorus] it's so simple, simple, simple... |
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I could really love you, it's so simple. |
